A dialogue, a poem, a work of literature, a work of expression, yet again not for impression. ;) Persmission was not gotten, here I shall ask. WOY. Forest! Ayos lang? Yep. May 2 akong bagong poems about...schoolwork (bloody, really) and something else I can't remember. Icon-less and busy. I shall go? I shall find and icon by Trish first. Or not? I am bold and he is in italics.
Forest. I fought with my sister
I was once a kid and a kid so bawd
And she was my sister, but only by blood
Fondess then dwelled and needs soon was met
A bond seemed unbreakable tightened our net
More than sisters we then are
For friends we're now marred
But then came yesterday
*waiting for kickass ending, hass to be compelling*
And it all flushed away
She FUCKING GOT MY FUCKING BRACELET AND FUCKING LOST IT! Okay. That's not part of it.
She took what was mine and kept it to be
Returned to the owner, the owner was me.
Yet fate was unfair, nor did it care
That what was unbreakable seemed beyond repair
Attitudes and wrath compelled me to see
Not the reason but what I thought would be
The truth of it all, yet still I am wrong
I am wrong but right is not what I'd wrong
I feel incomplete yet completeness won't come
For she's down to a sister, and only by blood.
Pucha. Haha. I am done. Impromptu poem. I shall not edit.
That is that
We fight.
In the matters of Christianity I am not cevout
*devout
I never gave a damn on what The Beatitudes were about
And now you're not to study?
Let fail what what's there to see?
Offer not but what is there
And add not to what's your share?
The Church I believe is a juct a joke
But I admire one "sacred" bloke
His name his Jesus, here's what he said
He said what he wanted, he said what was sacred?
"Forgiveness, not punishment is what you get when you are dead"
When shall doth die, and when must be bread
Buried in hell, or is the concept now mad
For hell'll cease to exist if forgiveness will clad
Hell isn't so bad
says this angelic lad
But what of forgiveness?
the hell to it
*with
Then rhyme is now beat and rhyme must not sit
With our words jumbled to become a big fit?
I'd like to leave this world of shit and fuck
but the constant pleas and begs of others got me quite stuck
"we need you" they say
well you cann all kiss my ass
I wanted a word that sounded like May
your lies just get more pathetic everyday
and sorrow plus tears come as days pass
For May is the month of wonderful play
A pass of what sort? One shall need to ask?
I devoured soup that tasted so sour
A Filipino dish every family share at supper
My digital link to the fast paced world
Hey
I want to be in an accident
Detached and soon attached once more and so ...gourld?
An accident as such shall not be decent
get hit by a car
fall
fall down the underworld, down till they see
that you will be missed, the bringer of glee?
no, just on the concrete vloor
*floor
And walk out the door?
Turn thy back on everyone and leave till the end?
no, just a hospital bed and a clicking machine
Why desire to be risked if to be saved is what's next?
Shall you be one of those in pretentious context?
pity
and regret
is what I wish to induce
a fate that would make some people regret what they choose
the fling or the one that would love you forever
Such fate, you should refuse. Forever is lost for now and for never
forever with her, gone
Forever it is, for gone is the one.
The one is alone and the one shall not change
the one who to me is as bright as the sun
was, at least
The sun is alone and the one must be too, they might be one and the sun must be blue?
the sun SHOULD be blue and I shouldn't care
The moon will turn yellow and we shall be bare
but I love her from her toes to her hair
A whole being that I must love has not yet appeared.
that being that you seek should not be waited on but feared
Why so?
when he gets bored with you another heart he shal seek
he will leave you, sad, defenseless and weak
with bleeding eyes and exploding ears
and no one to tell your deepest fears
give up on love that's what I say
love can suck my dick and stay away, stay away
I shall want to learn from others' mistakes
But then my heart must be at stake
It will never be hurt
Nor will it be recepient of curt
It will remain pure and never blemished
But what of an innocent heart if love was not once dished?
but do not listen to this bitter, young boy
A boy who felt it and now is what coy?
he is sad, lonely and losing his joy
he is bitter and bare of the sweet lines he had
Finish the line you began in this sad
of together forver and forever will I be your lad
Shall I have a lad of my own to conquer me all?
the green side of me from my groin starts to crawl
and he shall say that females are only good for sex
The blue side shall win the ball-centered brawl
they should be there when the manhood becks
fuck is what we should do he says
Manliness is ironic and not as I deemed it may
It meant being weak
that;s not what I think I must confess
CHIVALRY IS ALIVE AND WELL
Being a man is chivalrous and not at all toguh
*tough
if it is not then I am here to ring the bell
Begin with a line that tough sounds like well
the bell that will sound the start of a revolution
of gentle manliness and courtesy evolution
I shall want one that's with courtesy
But to fall for one will invade my ecstasy
For my liking tends to bend
ecstatsy the green one ponders
Towards the ungrateful and improper end
as he imagines what he feels under the bed covers
You shall not think of the evil color
For blue must reign with victor
In the morrow, it must be decided
BLUE EAGLE!
The decision must be for the one with whom I sided
Blue Eagles Spelling!
B-L-U-E-EAGLE! BLUE! EAGLE! BLUE! EAGLE!
The tremendous cheer would suit it well.
For blue-blooded crowds will end it swell
Win with the ball in a fair dwell
Emotions have poured in a rhyming string
Of words so wonderfully combined with fling
I give up
I shall too. For all our words are mixed and...shut up.
Shit's up.
Done and not done but done yet the same.
no
I give up on this petty thing calle dlife
* called life
its confusing and full of strife
It is so for we deem it so
If it's seen differently the change will blow
The mind of the one who said it was such
That is all I can say, I say that much
from you my death is a life wasted
but I am just a cutout, on the wall once pasted
Pasted with people, and people of worth
Your worth is more that what I can think's worth
I repeat and not think
people who knew I was going to die since the second of my birth
For to think need the brink.
But too soon must it not occur
I'll be going to a party and a rope is my chauffeur
The rope you must hold, the rope you must control
The chauffeur is you and none but you all
I tell the chauffeur where I want to go
around my neck and tied tightly
The rope can not drive
drive me to suffocation he can
But to kill it can strive.
And when news of your death approach myself
I shall take the rope and untangle the commiter of theft
The theft of your life shall then return
The life it doth stole and you shall not burn
too late you shall be
Too late I must not be
And with homework I shall not delay
Or I'll spend the rest of my days at array
bianca: I shall leave and publish a poem
okay
I made under the pressure of a heart so solemn
A dialogue, a poem, a work of literature, a work of expression, yet again not for impression. ;) Persmission was not gotten, here I shall ask. WOY. Forest! Ayos lang? Yep. May 2 akong bagong poems about...schoolwork (bloody, really) and something else I can't remember. Icon-less and busy. I shall go? I shall find and icon by Trish first. Or not? I am bold and he is in italics.
